Red stains covered the wall, making the room reek of iron and death. The glint of a knife shone in the cold moonlight, highlighting the bodies around the room. In the middle of it all stood a tall figure, slender but built. His name was Dream, and he was on the prowl.
He didn't know why he did it, all he remembered was the overwhelming bloodlust and the feeling of wanting to hunt. The victims around him were not expecting any of this to occur that night, they were in a simple private room of a casino. The floor was a sleek black tile and the chairs surrounding the pool table were a marble white. Now they had blood stains, very contrasting with the original color.
The bodies were slumped forward or on the ground, and Dream was there in the middle. He was having the time of his life. A dark smirk spread appeared on the man, flicking the blood off of the blade. He threw it aside and kneeled down, grabbing one of the woman's faces. Pleased with the still expression of utter horror, the woman's eyes open wide and mouth wide open.
He traced his finger along her chin, then let go, letting the body slump back once again. He stood to his full height and looked around, spotting a gun on the ground near one of the older gentleman. He grabbed it and examined the weapon, stainless steel with a few bullets in the chamber. He licked the tip and put it at his side, leaving the dark room and walking down the halls. The casino was evacuated just a few minutes into him killing, so the cops were on the way.
He wandered around the building, playing with the slot machines and the various different game tables. He had actually never been in a casino before, and was quite fascinated, like a child seeing shrek for the first time in their life. The absolute shrill of watching Shrek bully a donkey, beat a miget and marry a princess. Amazing.
He noticed rooms off to the side and decided to have a look. He still had a lot of energy in him, and he was very curious as to what was there. He looked in all the rooms, exact replicas of the other room, besides the blood. He sighed and left the room he was in. He looked at the end of the hallway and saw another door. He didn't remember ever seeing it when he first came down here. Beginning to walk towards it, a sound was heard from the other side of the door.
A slight shuffling of furniture and quiet footsteps. The sound of paper being pushed onto the floor. A person was still in the building. But why? Dream grinned and took out his gun, holding it near his face and creeping silently to the door. The steel was light in his hand, and the smell of gunpowder wafted off of it, filling Dream with a sort of arousal. He was always fond of guns, and loved the feeling of them.
With a quick motion he slammed the door open and was greeted with a small male looking wide eyed at him. Dream chuckled and ran to him, slamming the other against the wall and picking him up slightly by the shirt. Dream licked his lips and put the gun against the others face, tracing it slightly down his jawline.
"My my it seems that some of my prey hasn't left yet, how interesting.." Dream spoke in a low but calm voice, eyeing the other up and down, taking notice of the small males abdomen peeking out and the frail shoulders of him. He seemed like he could snap him in two if he really felt like it, or maybe he could do some other things.
Pushing against the other harder he scoffed, "So what is your name? I would love to know what it is before I tear you from the inside out. Or would you like me to make it quick? Point blank in the face with nothing other than death gripping your hand, dragging you to meet your maker?"
"W-Wouldn't you love to know you motherfucker-" The boy smiled slightly, trying to push him away. It wasn't working as well as he thought, for Dream just shoved him down against a desk and pressed the gun against his neck, getting between his legs and beginning to choke him. The boy struggled speaking out and tried to push him away again, but the sudden movement caused him to grind again Dream, making a blush spread across both of their faces. The smaller one began sweating, looking Dream up and down and then taking a peak at his groin, seeing a slight bulge that was not there before.
Dream did not think that this would happen, but he honestly did not disagree with what was about to occur, he needed to get some energy out of him anyways. With a swift motion he pinned the boys arms behind him on the desk and lowered his face to their jawline, breathing in the smell of vanilla and the smell of the gunpowder from the gun. He took pleasure in seeing him squirm beneath him, but making no actual attempt to escape. This was a turn on for both of them.
He licked along his jawline and was met with a gasp. "So what was the answer to my question? Or do you want me to take you right here and now?" He bit down on the open flesh of his neck, earning a moan and a boner. B)
"O-Obi, my name is Obi you piece of sh-shit-" With his name out in the open he didn't know what would happen now. Would he let him go for answering him? No, instead he was met with a hand under his shirt, tracing his chest and pinching his nipples slightly.
He couldn't believe this was happening, he could smell the stench of death coming off of Dream, and he could also feel it in the room all around him, the dark gloom of the night and the heavy feeling in the air. The grim reaper was waiting for Obi, ready to take his hand and devour him, leaving no trace of life behind. Dream was Death itself, leaving no heartbeat left beating. But instead he was at Dream's mercy, being used for his own pleasure instead.
Dream pinched slightly harder, taking Obi away from his thoughts. Obi let out a breathy sigh and tugged on Dream's sweater, face as red as a wild rose. He wanted him already, but Dream was going so god damn slow he thought he would melt right there on the desk. Dream laughed and pushed him back, taking his hand out from under his shirt and grabbing his hip. He began grinding on the male, watching the submissives reaction. Moans came from both and they began going at a faster pace, Dream pressing the gun harder against Obi's neck, his thoughts clouding.
Both of them were a panting mess and they were close to release. Dream knew this and stopped, leaving Obi a blubbering mess. Obi snarled and grabbed Dreams free hand, urging him to continue. "You do what I say or else you get a one way ticket to the grave" Dream stuck the gun into Obi's mouth and pressed slightly on the trigger, sending a bolt of pleasure through himself.
Obi nodded and rubbed Dreams hand, licking on the gun and staring up at Dream, waiting for him to make a move. Dream smiled and took the gun out, flipping Obi onto his stomache and grinding against his ass. He slowly lowered Obi's pants and his own, pre-cum leaving the tip of his SHLONG 🥵🥵🥵🥵.
He pressed against Obi's entrance, heat radiating off of both of them. The room had become muggy and damp. But the heavy feeling never left, death was still waiting. With a quick motion Dream thrusted into Obi, making the other cry out. It felt like electric, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both men. Every touch was more sensitive than the last, each one adding to the pleasure. Dream went faster, warmth enveloping him with each slam. He felt it deep inside of him, he hasn't felt this way before. It wasn't just in his core, it was all over his body. It was like two furnaces, heating up everything around them.
Moans and mumbled sentences left the two, the smell of sex strong in the air. They were reaching climax and Dream felt it fast. He grabbed Obi's hair and yanked it back, pressing the gun into his back. The cold steel sent even more pleasure through Obi and he finally reached the end. The last few thrusts sent him over the edge and he felt like he was floating. He felt like everything was okay and that he wasn't even in the casino, his sight going white and waves of absolute ecstasy washing over both.
Maybe meeting Death wasn't all that bad, for heaven had been reached as well.
They both made out outside while being shot down by police after 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
